Winter
A winter day outside, the deadly ticking of the clock in the living room.
The people, in relation to the established social system. I, in relation to the whole universe. Clearly the conclusions and perceptions change. I’m noticing that I have a skull inside my face. It would be nice if everyone could see it clearly, one day, from early morning. Seeing each other’s faces, a little surprised, but without any expression. Comical movements of the head, teeth showing, eyes wide open, the hair remains but the nose is unknown.
They kiss each other’s bones and everyone is a little shocked and wonders how on earth, what the hell. So that, at least for a day, everyone realizes.